Bullseye

A summit was just lying,
beneath his feet.

Looking down,
he was mesmerized
by the balloons
taking off from valleys
with a dream
to kiss the sky.

In that moment,
he decided,
his next goal,
and
the next moment
his eyes were breathing
the bullseye.

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